Lover, you are my tantamount
Keeping my feet on solid ground
And I need you, I do
But I don't need your fear
We are the new face of death
The face of endless torment
It's where your war is and where your life will end
At the hands of peasant's son
You think you'll run
But I know where you hide
Among the rats and snakes and faithless men
Oh, father pray for me
They've filled me with lies to the brim
Shit
Down in the city, ain't got no water
I've gotta be the man, I can for my daughter
I'm coming out tomorrow
Lie to me baby, I'm afraid
I'm coming out tomorrow either way, either way
Shit
We are the new face of death
So, take a good hard look
We're underneath your skin
We want the lives you took paid for in red
Looking underneath your bed
For this monster you created, so get bent
All out of shape
I'll fucking break you
All out of shape
I'll fucking break you
All out of shape
I'll fucking break you
All out of shape
I'll fucking break you
If you're out here to run
If you're out here to run
Then shut the fuck up
I'm coming out tomorrow
Lie to me baby, I'm afraid
I'm coming out tomorrow either way
Either way, oh
Lover, you are my Antebellum
Seizure over the weaker of me
